Raise the curtain of your life and always be present on the stage facing the claps and stones.

 

Whenever the rhythm

Of my life is mystified,

I hear a mystical note

Driving me to accept

The beats of my soul

And I get synced again

When life is not fun anymore, it’s time to stop taking life too seriously, time to take everything as lightly as possible 

The 3 most beautiful things in your life are……….

(Yesterday my friend asked me , “the most beautiful thing in the world is……” . I didn’t have an apt answer at that point. But when I just changed it a little, yes it became a little more meaningful for me. So what would be your answer to this question)

Why do I work hard to achieve more? Why can’t I be content with what I have?

Why my planner is always packed? Why can’t I simply sit and take rest?

Why do I need to think about the meaning of life? Why can’t I forget all such madness?

I know we all live and die.. but “Why did it bloom, if it’s going to wither?” or was it to leave just some legacy?

“We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born”– – Richard Dawkins

So immortality is not an answer to these questions. And death may not be the ultimate destination.

Maybe the answer lies in one’s own interpretations.

So either

Cherish every moments of life and Take a step back and laugh at yourself

or

Give up everything and be a monk..

 

Is it possible to have a grey stage between these two..?

He never cared what is happening around him. Never he looked over shoulders. Never he was seen indulged in loose talks. What to say more, rarely he smiled too….he was not even found showing any gesture of social interactions.

“What a life less soul , he is”, his colleagues pitied him.

“Seems one of his screws is loosely connected”, people sympathized. “How can he be a human without any blah blah chats in life”

But he was least bothered on all such sympathies and gossips

He thought, “Silly people, what do they know about me? Simply wasting their life in all those gossips. When will they understand the worth of what they are losing? Just living if the wind is favourable in their path, spending time peeping over the window of their neighbors. Never you people will understand what I am thinking. So start living, stop cursing me and laughing at me”

After thought: Sometimes  we feel pity for othes thinking about their poor life conditions or unhappiness in life or anything like that. But actually we are fooled in a way. Those people understand everything including our thoughts. And in fact they are feeling pity for us..how ironic!

No one can squeeze my enthusiasm out of my life as long I am only responsible.

There is a new flower in my garden.

It is soothing to watch it blooming.

But it will wither and go back to soil by evening or so..

Then why did it bloom initially..?

Certain or uncertain..?

Uncertainties are always accompanied with so many ups and downs.  And no one will love to have a life full of uncertainties.

But if everything are certain, what thrill can appear in life? If life is going on just as expected, won’t it be too boring?

So there is something stimulating us in those uncertainties, like “He loves me, he loves me not” scenario. The thrill of anticipation drives us even if the end results are not much appreciable.

Appreciate uncertainty as it comes up with opportunities and makes life thrilling

Origin of life.. It’s always an interesting, but confusing thought.

There are many theories on the origin of life.

It is heard that Aristotle was the first to attempt to define life. And many more theories evolved later, but always ended up with some loopholes.

The more we pin down to know the same, the more it gets deviated.

We may never be able to solve the puzzles, “Where are we from?”

Or if the life could be recreated from scratch, then we may have the answer.

Perhaps, if life didn’t originate on earth at all..? Oh.. can it happen like that..? Might be, it was all done by some aliens way back. They placed the DNA life seeds on our earth.. hmm.. Then who created that alien..? How did they originate..?

Where is my shawl, let me cover my head. I don’t want to think anymore.. Seems some aliens are watching me..